No way!

‘No,’ you tell her pleasantly, sliding your cock out before gripping her breasts tightly, using them as the perfect little handholds they are. ‘This is all of it.’

And then you push into her, deeper, deeper – and deeper still. Emma squeaks, eyes wide, gaping at the cock in her arse, now swallowed up entirely by her pale, rounded cheeks.

‘Not so tight any more,’ you observe lightly, drawing out for another stroke. Emma sticks her tongue out, even as she moans with her eyes shut.

‘Fuck – oh, fuck – and whose fault – is that…?’

You laugh. ‘Guilty as charged.’

Emma’s breath rushes out audibly as you fuck her arse again, and her face is screwed up in an expression you honestly can’t decipher – it could be pain or pleasure, or possibly some unholy mixture of them both. ‘Jesus fucking Christ, that’s good,’ Emma moans, eyes still clamped shut. ‘I – I can’t believe you’re actually…’ Her eyes flicker open, and she smiles, though it looks like an effort. ‘Fucking my arse,’ she finishes, in that angelic voice, cheeks flushed and sweaty.

You don’t let up, sliding her limp thumb away and replacing it with swift, firm circles of your own around her clit. ‘Believe me, I’m delighted to be the first.’

‘That’s right…’ Emma shuts her eyes again. ‘You are the first. How’s it… how’s it feel to…’

‘To take Emma Watson’s anal virginity?’ You chuckle, settling into a rhythm that feels tortuously good on your cock. Emma is so fucking tight – it’s a miracle your cock is even going in at all, and that’s before she clenches her cheeks. ‘Honestly, Em, I feel like I won the lottery and got made President and went to Valhalla all in the same fucking night.’

Emma gives you a quick, pleased glance. ‘Glad it lives up to… expectations,’ she manages, between thrusts.

‘Can I cum in your arse?’ you ask, matter-of-factly. Emma exhales loudly, but she’s smiling.

‘Fuck – I mean, trust you to be thinking about – shit – ah, that’s – okay… yeah, whatever. Cum in my arse.’ Emma gazes down at the point where your cock meets her arsehole. ‘I suppose… if you’re going to do the thing in the first place, you might as well do it… right…’

You grin through bared teeth, squeezing her boobs extra hard without thinking about it. Emma squeaks, and you slacken your grip slightly. ‘Sorry.’

‘No – it’s fine,’ Emma breathes, looking down at the pink handprints you’ve left. ‘Just – maybe a little warning next time?’

You nod, slightly embarrassed. ‘Sure thing.’

‘I liked it, though,’ Emma adds quickly. ‘As I’m – well, I’m sure it won’t come as any surprise to you, but I, ah… I don’t mind it a little… rough.’

You spare a glance down at the cock currently filling up her arsehole. ‘No kidding.’

‘And I really don’t mind if you want to cum in my arse.’ Emma licks her lips unconsciously, and you groan, pounding her harder against the mattress. A smoky, unreadable look flickers over Emma’s face, and her perfect white teeth bite down hard on her lip in arousal.

‘Oh, fuck – yeah, go on, fuck me – you want to cum in my arse?’ she whispers, barely getting the words out between her own gasps and the sound of your cock slamming into her arsehole. ‘You want to take my – shit – my last scrap of dignity? You want to fuck me back there? You want to – oh, shit, that’s it – you want to fill up my arse with cum? You want to watch it dribble out? You want to take photos of your cum leaking out of Emma Watson’s arsehole –’

That’s it.

With a guttural groan, you unload several cannonloads of spunk into Emma’s arse. Emma gasps, obviously feeling the heat of it – and her eyes roll up as your thumb works over her clit furiously, and she shudders violently as she starts to cum.

‘Oh, fuck – fuck, shit, fucking oh my God, that’s it! Right there! Fuck my arse,’ she begs, drawing her knees up and spreading her cheeks even wider, presenting you with an unimaginably lewd sight; Emma Watson, one hand gripping each arse cheek, pulling her tight little arsehole open for you to fuck even harder. ‘Jesus Christ, that’s so good – fuck me! Oh!’

With a final spasm, Emma crashes through her orgasm, just as you shoot one last boiling jet of cum inside her arse. Emma’s arse clenches repeatedly around you, sending agonizingly pleasurable aftershocks through your oversensitive shaft… then she exhales, long and loud, as you gingerly pull your cock out of her arse. Cum dribbles out of her, soaking into the bedsheets.

‘Oh,’ Emma gasps, still with her eyes tightly shut. ‘Oh, my God – I – I didn’t know it could be that intense…’

‘First time for everything,’ you tell her, sliding down beside her and settling against her back. ‘C’mere, little spoon. That was a hell of an assfucking you just took.’

‘Mmm…’ Emma snuggles into your chest gratefully. ‘Yes, it was. Thank you for doing that for me. I never thought…’

You snort quietly into her neck. ‘Yeah, thank you? Fuck off, Emma. That was like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one.’

Emma giggles lightly. ‘I’m very glad. You should, ah, probably not expect it every week, though. I’m not sure my poor little bottom could take it.’

You nuzzle her neck affectionately. ‘No worries. We’ll save it for special occasions.’

‘Oh…’ Emma winces suddenly. ‘Oh, that’s weird. I can – I can feel your cum…’ She actually blushes, neck going slightly pink. ‘It’s running out of my bum! Sorry…’

‘The things you apologise for,’ you tell her incredulously, ‘would stun a lesser man. Seriously, are you kidding? It’s my cum, dumbass. I don’t care where it goes. Although I have a slight preference for your hair.’

Emma laughs tiredly. ‘Yeah… I remember. Well…’ She twists a little in your arms. ‘Since we do have an outdoor shower, I think… that can probably be arranged…’

And then, to your delight and absolute disbelief, Emma Watson reaches a hand down to catch the cum leaking out of her arse, and slides it casually through her wavy brown hair.

You stare, cock throbbing painfully at the sight of Emma doing something so deliberately dirty. Cum drips through her hair in thin, translucent strings, sticking the different strands together, and as Emma twists her hair around her fist slowly, cum squirts out between her fingers. The contrast of the sticky white on the soft brown is enough by itself to make your cock jerk painfully. ‘Jesus fuck, Emma. You couldn’t have done that before I came?’

Emma giggles again, not sounding regretful in the least, still massaging your cum into her hair. ‘Sorry. I have a feeling you were a little preoccupied at the time.’

That’s the last thing you remember as you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms. Out on the veranda, the sea air blows through quietly, carrying the scent of sex out to the ocean and mixing it with sand and salt.

And so Chapter Nine doth conclude, with anal, hairplay and a very empty ballsack.

Stay tuned, folks! We’re on the home stretch now, and trust me, you won’t want to miss what’s coming…